When Jude is crying or upset, I have this urge to whip out the boob and comfort him. But I don't even know if I'm all dried up yet or if there's something left. And he doesn't ask for it.All I know is that urge makes me sad. Sad that I have no physical "somethingness" to give to him from my own body.

But he was done. And ... I'm going away in a week anyway. So we're done.

I wonder if I'll feel this way with lily when the day comes. I suspect not as I don't really like breastfeeding- in fact I'd rather pump breastmilk abd then feed it in a bottle! but it may be one of those things that surprises me.